Every year for the past 4 years my Dad has made a small batch of cider with apples scrumped from various trees in the village he lives in.
With Annie, Ned, Richard, Janet, Moira, John, Bev, Barrie, Sara, Joe, Tony and Yvonne.
He lovingly turns them into cider over the year then on the bank holiday we get together with family friends and taste this year's batch and play games etc.
This year's brew 'Pigamortis' was highly anticipated after last year's delicious 'Joe's Jollop'. Dad played the irish bagpipes to toast the cider, his friend Tony gave a speech and then it was the moment of truth .....
Better luck next year Dad!
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